Dar. (surprised). Jealous of thee? Good sir, I love thee not!
Lut. You don’t!
Dar.No, no—I love Sir Ethais;
And when I’ve healed his wound, sheer gratitude
Will wake his soul to love!
Lut.If he drinks that
Sheer gratitude won’t wake him. After all (looking at Fairies who are endeavoring to persuade him to accompany them.)
Six pretty Zaydas to one Ethais—
He fast asleep, and they all wide awake,
Egad, I’ve six to one the best of that!